Most of the boys were experiments
Which is why she has an asterisk after her name
Like kisses
Most of the experiments were boys
Bursting with the "whys," the "won'ts," the "can'ts"
After excellence
And most of the boys were exciting
And took a closer examination
And most of the excitements were boys
And boil her up until the next ex
Most of the ex's were excuses
And most of the excuses were ex's
Being cautious gets the ex's off
Oxytocin intoxication
She knows not to believe in the feeling of attraction
It's just a chemical reaction working to deceive her
Into action like she needs 'em
When really she wants to
Be free
'Cause most of the boys were
Most of the boys
And most of the boys were
Most of the boys
No she knows not to believe in the feeling of attraction
But she leans to the earning
And she surrenders to the burning
Because she's longing to believe
That it's better to believe
That this time the feeling won't fade